Then, pulling her tight in against him, he pushed the hardened rod of his massive penis between her thighs, thrusting it into the tangled red curls of the pubic hair lining her pulsing cuntal passage. He moved it back and forth there, against her naked pussy-flesh, feeling the smooth moisture of her warmly throbbing cunt flow over his passion-heated hardness.

The firmly pointed buds of her erected nipples thrust into his chest as her arms went around him. Then parting her thighs slightly, Kate dropped her hand down to grasp his slim hard-muscled buttocks, pulling him in until their loins met, brown pubic hair meshed with red, and his cock-head nestled solidly all the way up between her legs in the moist warmth of her pussy. The huge bulbous head of his penis was taunting her tightly puckered little anal lips.

Kate leaned back away from him, breaking the circle of his arms, and with a guttural groan, Mark scooped up the lovely young woman who was his wife and carried her into the bedroom. It was like a repetition of what they had been doing over the last two weeks, but Kate knew that she would never get tired or bored of having her husband's penis plunging deeply into her sizzling liquid cuntal flesh. She could eat too much, overwork, but she could never get enough of her husband's cock. He had taught her well over the last two weeks, and she squealed her delight as he carried her through the apartment.

Breathing hard, he laid her down on the huge king-sized bed that came with the apartment. Lying on her back, her thighs spread, ready to receive him, her hands flitted narcissistically over her breasts, fondling them and cupping them in lewd invitation, then sliding over her flat belly, down the outside of her thighs and back up the inner softness to the thick red jungle of her cuntal down which she rubbed while she waited for him to mount her.